Novel & Cerita Don't Touch The Book

I opened the book. Rules? Was it really that serious? 'Do not enter the east wing. Do not enter Mr Rooke's study. Do not attempt to remove his mask. Do not question his absences. Do not invite outsiders into the manor.' "What are these? Do not attempt to remove his mask?" I scoffed. "Could I even get close enough to him in the first place? This is so childish." I dumped the book on the bedside table and went to my bathroom to freshen up. It was going to be a hectic day tomorrow.

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“Please tell me you have a plan that doesn’t involve us putting all of these books back by hand.” A grin spreads across my face. Turning my attention back to the tables covered in books, I chant the words that I’ve said thousands of times over my life. Magic begins to swirl around us. Books quickly lift from the tables, flying through the air as they make their way to their place on the shelves. “Oww…” Kenji yelps, rubbing the back of his head. “That book hit me.” A scowl covers his face. A chuckle rumbles up my chest. “You have to watch out for items flying through the air.” I move my head to the left, avoiding being the next one to get hit in the head with a book. Jamari shakes her head at

Arnold explained. “Mumma, can I also touch it,” Sia asked stretching her hand to touch the book. When Sarah nodded, Sia took the book from her mother and turned it this way and that. Then she said frowning, “Mumma, there is no screen, there are no buttons either. What do we do with it?” “Let me show you,” Sarah said and opened the book for her. “You read one page and then you can turn the page to read the next one.”

He even buries his face in my stomach. Theo didn’t speak. He just stays on my lap. Having the opportunity, I shift my legs to expel the numbness in them. However, Theo’s grip on me only tightens. His frame is larger than I am, but he looks like a little child about to be left alone by his mother. I let him stay like that, but it still didn’t stop me from reaching for the book. My fingers haven’t even touched the topmost book, when he screams, “No! Don’t touch those!”

I told him. "Where," he asked, as his eyes darted around. "What do you mean where? It's right in front of me," I told him and pointed to the book in front of me. "I don't see anything babe," Izaak said, which got me confused. "What do you mean?" I asked irritatedly. "It's right there," I reached out to get it, but withdrew my hand immediately, as there was a spark like an electric shock when I touched it.

“Silence keeps him. Speak, and lose him.” The blood on the floor began to rise higher, swirling around their knees, thick and warm. Also, the books on the shelves burst open, their pages flapping wildly and shouting together: “Read! Read!” The giant book loomed closer, its paper edges curling like teeth towards them. Vincent's hand twitched, reaching out to the book against his own will. Camela slapped it down firmly. “Don’t touch it!” she yelled. But his fire faded to mere embers.

there was…' An image flashes in my mind, so brief, I almost cannot comprehend it. I close my eyes and it comes again, clearer this time; a large book, back as hard as stone, among the various ones on the top shelf. "You must never touch it. Ever again", father had snapped at me when he found me balancing precariously on the ladder, the leather-bound pages in my hands. The thrill that ran through my fingers, my very bones. The light that flashed in father's eyes as he ripped it from my hands. The elders' talk about sacred objects…

Attractively annoying nerd. I move away before I get further irritated by the sight and I walk to the other shelf. I can’t get that image off my mind and my mood is officially ruined as I look through the names of the books. "Oh, there." I stand on my feet and raise my hand in an attempt to grab the book on the upper shelf and as the tip of my finger touches it, a hand closes over mine and grabs the book. "A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to struggle. "